Monday, June 21, 2010

Basically The Rest Of The Day Was Horrible

Work was an absolute nightmare!

Well, the collage is almost done.  I just have a few more things to touch up and we shall see if I think it's good enough to send in then.  Dennis helped me by giving me his opinion when I asked what he thought of it.  I absolutely love that man!

Dinner was horrible.  Mom made ham steaks, fried potatoes, and peas.  It was supposed to be corn, but it wasn't.  Now don't get me wrong, I love peas but I love corn more.  Icouldn't eat the ham because I'm a vegetarian, Icouldn't eat the peas because % didn't have time, and I got to eat some potatoes but had to rush in eating them.  I couldn't even enjoy dinner.

On the way to work I started feeling really sick again.  All throughout work I felt terrible.  I really felt like I was going to pass out.  I couldn't even keep my balance while standing at my register!  I worked with M today and we had to catch up because we haven't worked together in so long.  I felt so slow tonight.  It took us forever to close down and finish everrything.  To make matters worse, when I came home from work my sister was still up.

Now if you don't already know, after work is my time.  Everyone is always in bed sleeping by the time I get home.  Therefore, it is my time to just relax without either of them bothering me.  nNow that my sister is out of school I believe I am going to slowly lose my mind.

Tomorrow I am taking Dennis to his orientation at the debt collection agency.  I'm so excited for him.  He really is the sweetest guy ever!  The place is in amherst and because it's such a far drive Dennis said he was going to go through the whole phonebook and call all of the computer shops nearby to make it easier for me.  How thoughtful of him.  I really don't mind to be honest with you.  I would do absolutely anything for him. I'd kill for his happiness and fight for his love, which ever pleases him most.

Well, I'd better get to bed so I can wake up in time to take Dennis.

Good night.

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